Red cliffs of rosy, happy sandstone,
no fear for winter,
not those days with all our layers.
I settled down though, under greyer skies, .
foggy skies with rubber boots on,
wading through the white caps,
sailing over dark green waters.
What if I hadn’t jumped at the chance?
Lept into the backseat of that four door traveling fall?
There’s only words left now,
just a bunch of letters strewn along,
making up lines as they go.
A bread crumb life,
longing after the sandstone hills,
Oh, how I need another century!
|A Wet Day in Late September|
What if we have another Century afterall?
1. Think about what you might do tomorrow then,
2. Why not?
3. I mean, it's only one day, right?
It's always a good idea to take a note.
“Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!”
— Audrey Hepburn
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